Do you
can't my screams be heard
muffled tones through the heating vent
whisper about me, I'm sure of it
in this one-way microphone
just Too bad they're talking
about my grades and detentions but not
the cuts on my arms or dark circles
under my eyes Look look
I beg you I'm screaming as loud
as I can when my own choked voice
makes no sound I'm still screaming
Still screaming and wondering when
I'll end this horrible waiting game
of show, not tell.
Do you
know what it's like to always
be sad to always be gloomy
and scared? Do you know
what it's like when you run
all over the house searching
for razors, because your mom
stole yours? She thought you
were suicidal and she maybe
was right can you touch
my desperation? rip the pack
of blades she hid in her sock
drawer behind the condoms
she only wishes I wanted
Do you know what it's like
to not care about tomorrow
because you're not planning
to be here anyway? You don't
know the shatteringly beautiful
droplets of your own blood
as they slide from skin. You
can't. None of the living know.
~ Sarah, age 15.
I welcome the contributions of others who self-harm or have done so in the past. Send us your writing, or arrange to send us your art or music by e-mailing RAZOR at zanne@cea.edu
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Check out SCAR, a zine
on the subject of scars and self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to CUTTERS, a page on the
subject of people who self-harm. The content of these pages may contain "triggering" material. |
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to The History of Child Abuse |
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Contents Under
Pressure Razor's writing about experiences she had during a 13 year
bout with DSH and five times she was institutionalized. |
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to Leap Frogge Leap was locked up in mental institutions when she was a kid. Leap refers to them as "the Institutes." |